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Villager: Animah

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ID: #282231

Name: Animah

Gender: Unspecified

Location: Dragonsmaw Manor

Born 1 year, 7 months ago

Career: Herbalist

Owner: -Sylva-


Genus: Shifty

Color: Midnight

Costume: Mythic

Buffs:

House: Tigereye Peak House (1/250)

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Approved: 1 Apr 2018, 11:33 pm

Likes: 51 ♥

Tags: snowysaur

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Animah looks stunning!


Animah's very special treasures!

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Paintie by snowysaur !


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Comments 9

    • " F r i e n d ? I d o n o t k n o w w h a t i s f r i e n d . "

      [i]Hyperborean thinks about the human colony that it met. Friends? The humans were social with Hyperborean, but it felt more like it was their test subject more than anything else. They would always watch it closely and pull out notebooks and pens and write things down. Only one person really bothered to be social with it outside of research. Maybe that one could be considered a "friend"?

      "H u m a n s t u d y m e . O n l y o n e s e e m n i c e . "

    • " I c a n . I l e a r n f r o m h u m a n m a n y t h i n g . "

      The wording is not refined, but Hyperborean hopes it would be enough to get the message across to the owl-like creature. It reaches up with a skeletal arm to ruffle its plumage, the bones creaking of its skeletal hands creaking, dislodging some snowflakes from within the dark-colored feathers.

    • It bows its head at the remark from the other, scratching at the ground with one of it's large talons. It tilts its head to the side, pondering. Remembering, suddenly, the humans it had spent time with and how they'd learned to communicate with it, it sets to work scratching out a message in the ground, letter by letter.

      " H e l l o "

    • Hyperborean eyes the fluttery creature curiously with its icy blue orbs, but makes no motions as the other draws closer. The skeletal fingers at the end of its arm-like appendage curl inward, revealing that the creature is thinking of how to react. It opens its beak to call out to the other, its voice coming out as the sound of the wind blowing over a barren, snowy tundra, a puff of icy breath escaping at the same time.

    • I spy with my little eye, a very familiar face!

    • Mim with such a strong sense of id, felt a bit jarred by their response. She scoffed some, and replied, "Oh? I am one of the most powerful forces, my friend." Quickly, she regains her composure, albeit let down in many ways.

      (oh no! I posted as the wrong character. x_x')

    • Mim with such a strong sense of id, felt a bit jarred by their response. She scoffed some, and replied, "Oh? I am one of the most powerful forces, my friend." Quickly, she regains her composure, albeit let down in many ways.

    • Mim smiles at the proud little owl-like creature. "What are you?" she inquires, then follows up before the creature could even make a peep, "You and your friend could be wonderful minions!"

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